Natasha’s POV
At noon, the sun shone through the window and onto me. I rolled over and opened my eyes.
The warm light shone on me, the weather was really nice, but my head… it really hurt.
I sat up and looked around. Didn’t I drink at Jack’s house last night? When did I come back? How did I come back?
I rubbed my forehead and tried to remember. Some strange scenes came to mind.
I clearly drank with Jack, but why did I see Winson last night? And… it seems like I heard Winson say a lot of things to me.
Although I couldn’t remember the details, I just felt that Winson was extremely gentle in my dream… I drank too much and felt so uncomfortable that I even vomited on Winson… and they seemed to have…
I instinctively pinched my collar and lowered my head. I had already changed into my pajamas without knowing when. I frowned and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. What did I do last night?
After scanning the room, I quickly got out of bed and went to the table, picked up my bag, took out my phone, and quickly dialed Jack’s number.
When the phone was answered, Jack’s voice sounded as mischievous as ever. “Miss A Thousand Cups, have you just woken up?”
“How did I get back last night?”
“I sent you back.”
“You sent me back?”
“Who else would it be?”
After pondering for a moment, I asked, “I… seem to have seen Winson at your place last night.”
“Heh, you’re just being paranoid. There’s no such thing as Winson. You talked a lot about him though,” Jack teased.
My heart tightened. “What did I say?”
“You said Winson was dying, that you saw him, that he was becoming very strange. I didn’t feel like listening to you talk about Winson, so I just sent you home,” he explained.
I rubbed my forehead. So, last night was just a weird dream I had?
“Um… Jack, I was just talking nonsense because I was drunk. Don’t take it seriously,” I said, then realized something. “Wait, you sent me home. Did my parents say anything?”
“I didn’t see your parents. We ran into Bran at your doorstep. Bran was very cautious, and he took you away from me and helped you back inside. He seemed to look down on me and warned me to stay away from you before he left,” Jack recounted.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Jack wasn’t on Winson’s side, so he wouldn’t lie for him.
It looks like I really had a shameless dream.
Thankfully, it was just a dream…
I came out of my room and went downstairs, only to find Winson and Bran in the living room. They seemed to be engrossed in conversation, with Bran talking eagerly.
When they saw me, Bran immediately stopped talking and turned to face me, looking worried as he scolded me, “Sis, how could you go drinking with Jack last night? Don’t you know that Mom and Dad don’t like you being too close to him?”
I glanced cautiously towards my parents’ bedroom door before quickly walking over to the sofa and covering Bran’s mouth with my hand. I whispered, “Shh, you didn’t tell Mom and Dad about this, did you?”
Bran turned his head to the side and whispered back, “I didn’t want to worry Mom and Dad, so I didn’t tell them. But you have to tell Winson that you can’t get too close to Jack anymore. I just don’t think he’s a trustworthy guy.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and whispered back, “How could an untrustworthy guy like him have brought a drunk woman home?”
Bran hesitated before saying, “Well, maybe he couldn’t do anything because…” he trailed off before continuing, “In any case, you shouldn’t go drinking with men anymore. It’s worrying us all. Right, Winson?”
Winson nodded and his deep voice carried a hint of amusement as he said, “Hmm, Bran makes a good point. I agree with him.”
“But you’re not part of our family, so your opinion doesn’t count.”
As Bran was about to say something else, I quickly interjected, “But I accept Bran’s opinion. I’m hungry, so I’m going to eat now.”
The strange dream from last night felt so real, and seeing Winson now made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
Maybe it’s better to just avoid him for a while.
But I couldn’t see that Winson was currently wearing a faint smile and lightly touching his own lips, his mind filled with memories of last night’s events…
After I finished eating, I went back to my room. Winson checked the time and said goodbye to Bran before leaving.
I stayed in my room for a while, then received a call from Ellison.
Ellison has also been learning how to make functional fragrances lately, so she often calls me to ask for advice on studying.
As I saw the issues Ellison was encountering, they were all related to the beginner level, so I offered to give her my initial notes.
Ellison was grateful, and I went to the closet to retrieve the two notebooks before heading downstairs and out of the mansion.
As the driver pulled the car away, I happened to notice a housekeeper sorting and organizing garbage next to a trash can not far away.
My heart tightened as I saw vomit on the loose white men’s sweater she was carrying.
“Stop the car!” I shouted.
The driver immediately pulled over to the side of the road, and I hurried over to the trash can.
The housekeeper was surprised to see me and greeted me nervously.
Pointing at the sweater, I said sternly, “Isn’t this Winson’s sweater?”
“Yes miss, Winson said he didn’t want it anymore.”